Those who bleed power
want everything possible.
The farther they reach
the better they seem
in the eyes of their
followers.
They will bid for
full control of the sky
because those who
own the sky, own all.
They even own the
senses of those below
them.
No one is too great,
for what truly is greatness?
How does one hold the world
in the palm of their insignificant hand
and let electric fires run wild
across the surface, devouring the
souls of the weak and small.
Power is all that is needed to
be happy, they say.
Because if you do not have power,
what is your purpose at all?
About the Creator
Becca Mahar
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.
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